A city of festivities glitter bright
To celebrate a special joyful night,
Gingerbread man boogies with delight,
Snowmen waltz, what a charming sight!
He is decorated with a galore of candy,
Friends excited to find those sweets handy,
Reason to be gratefully elated and happy
As incredibly thankful as they could ever be!
The city looks enchanting with softest snow,
Silvery laces on rooftops magically glow,
Holiday season for all fairy tale souls,
Be merry, celebrate the night at North Pole.
Categories:
boogies, celebration, holiday,
Form: Rhyme
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Need to pee and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
Categories:
boogies, age,
Form: Rhyme
First Freeze
Aspen leaves quaking shivering
Beneath coats of freak September snow…
Gold sequins sparkle through a cloak of ice
New sunlight captures glitter
Captivates - no fool’s gold
Out of season – unexpected appearance –
Jack Frost’s second cousin
Sneaks up on the foothills
With frigid rime kisses
Powders the noses of mountaintops
That gasp in surprise
At winter’s scenic postcard
In hoarfrost and uncured icicles
Delivered
Too soon for the borealis solstice;
Chortling jester
Playing practical jokes
On Autumn
With early winter mischief;
Prankster unleashed
In antics of snowflakes
And escapades of flurries
Before harvest boogies and twirls
In orchard jubilees - pumpkin field festivals -
First freeze winks –
Leaves change from green to gold.
snowstorm sneaks away
skies sweep away snow debris ~
eighty degrees now
9-18-20
Four In One Nature Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
boogies, autumn, fun, mountains, september,
Form: Free verse
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead-pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in an old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
Categories:
boogies, old,
Form: Verse
Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time I dip in my finger
It comes back all covered in stuff
And after a dig I can't help but
sniff what my digit produced
I've tried and I've tried to quit it
I give up, this quitting's no use
The button I've got on my belly
designed for a rummage and pick
a haven for my tummy boogies
I bet now you're feeling quite sick.
Categories:
boogies, funny, humor, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Today I stopped to smell a rose
And got a fairy in my nose.
She buzzed her little fairy wings
She kicked and punched and other things.
It kind of tickled as she fought
But all her struggling was for naught.
Like glue my boogies held her there
Her tiny frame lodged in my nare.
Some pixie dust she threw therein
And though she tried, she could not win.
It turns out I’m allergic, see
To all that dust she threw on me.
I hacked and coughed and then I wheezed
I snorted, sniffled…even sneezed
And yet despite those awful fits
Up in my nose, the fairy sits.
A nasal home where she must stay
Until she figures out a way
to climb down and my nostril breach…
She’s just too deep for me to reach.
So next time when you hear them say
to smell the roses on your way,
Recall the fairy in my sniffer
And know that my advice may differ.
05/01/15
Categories:
boogies, fairy, flower, fun, funny,
Form: Quatrain
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee kid”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the neat tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
boogies, humorous,
Form: Quatrain
Depends on what shirt I've been wearing
The colour, the texture and pile
I may get a mountain or molehill
I know either way it smells vile
My navel resembles a cauldron
A mixture of cottons and fluff
And each time I dip in my finger
It comes back all covered in stuff
And after a dig I can't help but
sniff what my digit produced
I've tried and I've tried to quit it
I give up, this quitting's no use
The button I've got on my belly
designed for a rummage and pick
a haven for my tummy boogies
I bet now you're feeling quite sick.
14th September 2011
Categories:
boogies, funny, satire,
Form: Rhyme
I can take my nose off my face and put my it between my fingers
It does not drip, or sneeze, nor do boogies linger.
I can also put my nose back.
Nobody else I know can do that.
I can wiggle my ears when hard I try.
My ears wiggle so fast I can almost fly.
My ears flip and flop and dance all around.
I can feel my tip toes lift off the ground.
Well its not so hard to do you see.
And nobody else can do that but me.
I can roll my eyes about.
From side to side and in and out.
Around and around and up and down.
Until my eyes see so far that anything can be found.
One hundred miles or more I see.
Nobody else can do that but me.
My feet can move as fast as cat’s paws
And put to doubt Newton’s three motion laws
And I can jump so high that my head touches the clouds
Then when coming down I turn flips times three
Nobody else can do that but me
David G. Pennington
Categories:
boogies, childhood, fantasy, children, funny
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
It lived in the toy box
It lived under the bed
It lived in the closet
And under the shed
It lived in the basement
All musty and dark
It lived in the hallway
It lived in the park
It lived under the bushes
That grew by the fence
It lived in the woods
Where the trees were so dense
It lived in the attic
Where old trunks were kept
It was stealth and quite sneaky
It attacked when I slept
Dad would come to my rescue
When I was afraid
He would check out the closets
He would close all the shades
He would leave on a night light
Outside of my room
He swept under the bed
With mom’s old battered broom
He would hug me and tell me
I was big and so brave
Then he’d yell at the boogie
And make it behave
So tonight I was called
To my little ones room
I smile as I walk in
To defeat boogies that loom
Categories:
boogies, childhood, family, funny, imaginationold,
Form: Free verse
SOPHIA’S POEM
Cheerios across the floor
Pen marks on the walls
Paint on my new carpet
I can’t take it all!
Books touched by jammy fingers
Chocolate on my cat
Boogies on my sofa
Who could live like that?
Bedtime’s like a war zone
Toothache, sore head, sore thumb
Can’t sleep, not tired, I’m hungry
I want to see my Mum!
Start over in the morning
The Cheerios again!
One sock, one shoe, no jumper
Late for school again!
Then there are those moments
When we spend time alone
Colouring or building blocks
And I see how she’s grown
She’s the one I need
Whenever I am blue
No ones hugs can love me
The way Sophia’s do
For a little girl of seven
She’s really full of wit
And because of all she gives me
The mess?
I can live with it!
Categories:
boogies,
Form: I do not know?